Panic attacks are getting worse, to the point that I crashed the car tonight.
I have to go to the drs and then probably a shrink to get medication. I only just got of this merry-go-round of psychologists, psychiatrists and drs. I guess its time to get back on it.
Im fucking over talking about it. I'm going to go in, get medication, get out. Talking has done nothing. /rant
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Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy.